I heard Fang Lang ask where people who didn't go to the hospital would go to see a doctor.

Both of them looked weird, and Mayor Ewald Dursley coughed dryly twice and said:

"General Fang, in fact, most Brazilians do not have access to medical care."

This answer was really beyond Fang Lang's expectations, even in his hometown at this time, the people in remote towns could still enjoy the medical services of Langzhong, a traditional Chinese medicine.

I didn't expect the people of Brazil to live in such dire straits.

But thinking about Brazil's demographics, Fang Lang also believes in this situation.

After all, Brazil is a Portuguese colony, and the population is all native Indians and slaves from Africa, except for the white people in European and American immigrants and the original Portuguese aristocracy.

Brazil of this period still had this strong feudal remnant, and the status of Indians and blacks was very low, and there was little opportunity for education.

Therefore, most of the poor at the bottom live in poverty and have little economic income.

In the past, Brazil did not even have any decent industry at all, and its main source of economy depended on agriculture.

In recent years, due to World War II, the United States has increased its investment in Brazil in order to obtain high-quality industrial raw materials, providing many jobs in Brazil.

It also made some improvements in the lives of the original Indians and blacks.

In the past two years, Fangyuan Group's large investment in Brazil has also solved the employment problem of many low-income people.

In particular, some construction industries do not have high requirements for workers, and as long as they have the strength to work hard, they can earn money to support their families.

Even so, the people at the bottom of Brazil still do not have access to education and health care.

It is important to know that the right to vote in Brazil's political rights is also clearly stipulated that illiterate people do not have the right to vote.

In other words, the majority of the Brazilian population does not even have the right to vote.

After hearing Mr. Mayor's answer, Fang Lang fell into deep thought for a while.

He was not discouraged by the small number of people who had access to health care.

It's like the story of a famous salesman who sells shoes to Africa, where he sees that everyone is not wearing shoes and thinks he can't sell shoes here;

The other salesman was the opposite, and he saw that everyone was not wearing shoes, that is, the market here was huge, and everyone was missing a pair of shoes.

As a modern person with the vision of the future, Fang Lang sees of course that this market is huge, and everyone should have the right to enjoy medical services.

It's just that everyone has no money in their hands, so no one dares to enter the hospital to enjoy basic medical services.

Now the problem for Fang Lang to consider is how to make everyone rich and willing to enjoy medical services.

This idea certainly does not need to be explained to Mayor Ewald Dursley and Dr. Basco Tapia.

Therefore, Fang Lang did not continue to ask this question.

When the two saw Fang Lang who was deep in thought, they didn't speak.

After a long time, Fang Lang had a vague plan in his heart.

Turning to Dr. Basco Tapia to thank him, he and Mayor Ewald Dursley left Natal's only hospital.

After leaving the hospital, Fang Lang did not choose to return to the naval base immediately, but instead visited the changes in Natal accompanied by Mayor Ewald Dursley.

The two sat in the car and visited all the way, and unknowingly came to the door of a factory with a Chinese plaque.

Fang Lang: "Huh!" A bang.

When I saw a few Chinese characters of Daqing Yarn Factory above, I reacted, isn't this the Daqing Yarn Factory that I invested and built in Natal?

I thought that among the laborers I rescued in Natal, I found Chen Hongqing, a talent who ran a spinning mill in Tianjin, and thought of the high-quality long-staple cotton produced by Natal, so I invested in Chen Hongqing to open this yarn factory.

I kept running around, and I didn't even get serious

I have followed the situation of this factory.

Mayor Ewald Dursley, who had been accompanying Fang Lang, heard Fang Lang's voice, followed Fang Lang's gaze and saw the factory with a Chinese signboard.

Hurriedly smiled and said:

"General Fang's factory has solved many jobs for local women."

Hearing Mayor Ewald Dursley's words, Fang Lang smiled and said:

"After the factory opened, I didn't even have a chance to visit it!

I don't know if Mr. Mayor is free today, so accompany me to see the situation of this factory."

He was embarrassed to say that he didn't know when the factory opened, and he could only say that he didn't have a chance to visit it after it opened.

After listening to Fang Lang's words, Mayor Ewald Dursley certainly did not refuse.

Said with a smile:

"Of course, no problem.

I've been here to the opening of your factory, and the manager named Chen is a very nice businessman."

Fang Lang did not expect that Mayor Ewald Dursley would attend the opening ceremony of this factory.

However, the other party knew that this factory was its own industry, and it was not surprising that it was one of the few textile factories in Natal to open as a local mayor.

With the character of the Chinese who is good at dancing with long sleeves, it is also a basic operation to invite an official figure to participate in the opening.

Regarding Mayor Ewald Dursley's evaluation of Chen Hongqing, Fang Lang just smiled and did not make any comments.

The idea of being a man from his hometown is very serious, and Mayor Ewald Dursley will definitely attach great importance to the opening ceremony, and maybe even give a big gift.

Therefore, Mr. Mayor can give Chen Hongqing a good review, Fang Lang will not be surprised.

He won't say much.

The driver heard the conversation between the two and naturally turned the vehicle in the direction of Daqing Yarn Factory, and the accompanying vehicles also hurriedly followed.

Standing at the gate of the Daqing Yarn Mill, the gatekeeper was an elderly Chinese who was a little lame and two young Indians.

When you see a rare convoy in the city of Natal, you know that the big man is coming.

was watching the bustle, and the convoy turned around and came straight to their factory.

The frightened old man was trembling, and hurriedly limped to the gate to stop the convoy, and stepped forward to ask about the convoy's intentions, and the two local boys also hurriedly followed.

If this was in his hometown, his old man might not dare to step forward to stop such a convoy from entering the factory.

But in Brazil, he was not afraid of these Brazilians, after all, he knew that the owner of the factory was the commander of the naval base not far away, and that was the man walking sideways in Natal.

Who dares not to give face to his boss. Even the police patrolling the streets regard their factories as a key patrol area, patrolling around them at least three times a day.

This can raise the morale of all Chinese employees, and they are not as afraid of so-called foreigners as they were in their hometown.

The two Indian boys under his own command, although the language communication was not very smooth, were also obedient to his command.

"What do you do?"

The old man asked in Portuguese, which he was not familiar with.

The reason why he was able to be lame and mixed with the easy job of being a doorman was that he had a very good talent for languages, although it was not very smooth, but in just a few months he was able to communicate in Portuguese in a simple way, which is quite remarkable.

The first vehicle was the guard next to Fang Lang, and when he saw the elderly Chinese in front of him, he smiled and said very kindly:

"This is Admiral's convoy, now come and visit your factory."

The old man saw that several people were wearing military uniforms, and he heard that it was the commander of the navy whose surname was Fang, wasn't that his boss?

Hurriedly corrected his attitude and said:

"Okay, you guys wait, I'll inform Manager Chen immediately."

Turning his head to the two Indian boys, he called out again:

"Hurry up and open the door, it's the boss who is coming, I'll call Manager Chen."

With that, he limped to the guard's room to make a call.

The guards on the front car got out of the car one after another, helped the two Indians open the gate, and began to guard the door with guns in hand.

The convoy passed through the gate and stopped in the factory.

Directly opposite the factory is a two-lane wide cement road, three to four hundred meters long, and on both sides are neat factory buildings, the number of which is enough to be eight.

Each factory has a huge iron gate, and trucks are parked outside the iron gate that are loading and unloading goods, and the workers are busy at the door, and Fang Lang is very satisfied with the busy scene.

The workers also saw these uninvited guests coming in at the door, and they all looked over here with curiosity.

Fang Lang noticed that there were Chinese and Indians among the workers, and they cooperated with the blacks quite tacitly, and the work efficiency was not bad.

There is no African kind that Fang Lang saw in the video in his later life, and it takes three or four black people to hand it over when packed.

Pushed the car door and walked down, regardless of whether Chen Hongqing came over or not, he walked directly along the main road in the middle.

The guard room is located on the right side of the gate, and there is a two-story office building behind it, and the office area of the factory should be here, but Fang Lang did not visit the office building.

Instead, I walked directly to the factory area, and came to the iron door opened by the first factory, and saw a sign on the top of the factory, which said Tying Flower Workshop.

In his previous life, Fang Lang had also seen a small flower tie machine in the countryside when he was a child, and knew that this was the workshop that separated the cotton lint and cotton seeds in the cotton.

Even standing at the door of the factory, Fang Lang could see the cotton flotsam floating in the air in the workshop.

This is not a good thing, it is easy to block the airways and cause damage to the human body.

Seeing that the workers didn't have any protective measures, not even a mask, Fang Langzhi frowned.

A Chinese who was carrying goods at the door, after seeing Fang Lang's appearance, exclaimed in surprise:

"Mr. Fang."

Fang Lang knew that many of these Chinese were the same people who were rescued from the Japanese, so it was not strange to know him.

Smiled and nodded at him and said:

"Big brother, your surname! Are you still used to working here?"

This Chinese man is in his thirties, dark-skinned, tall and thin, and at first glance he looks like a person who has suffered a lot.

Hearing Fang Lang call himself eldest brother, the man's back molars were exposed, and he said excitedly:

"Mr. Fang, my name is Yuan Dazhuan, thanks to you, this job is very easy, there is nothing unaccustomed.

Compared to what it used to be in the mines, it's heaven."

As soon as Fang Lang heard the other party's words, he understood that this was one of the people who had been rescued from the mine in the first place.

"That's good, I'm still used to life!"

As soon as he heard about life, this man named Yuan Dazhuan smiled even more happily.

Nodding again and again:

"What's not used to this, the master of the canteen is also us Chinese, and the cooking is all Chinese taste, with enough oil and water, and you can eat meat dishes at every meal.

Look, I'm all fat."

After speaking, he rolled up his sleeves and leaked out the muscles on his arms to show Fang Lang.